Ye Fei's nose is sour, looking at the man with a touch of pleading in front of her, and her heart seems to be hollowed out.

Ye Fei lowered her head and pulled the suitcase around him to leave.

Su Mo Han anxiously stretched out his hand to hold her: "don't go, OK? There will be cornea, there will be."

"Even if you have cornea? Professor Lu said that people with such a small probability of rejection will have rejection again even after the second and third transplantation."

Listening to her indifferent tone, Su Mohan is unprecedentedly frightened.

He suddenly regretted why he mentioned these problems with her today. If he chose to continue to turn a blind eye, she would not want to leave.

"Don't go Give me one more chance, just one more time... " Su Mo Han pleaded in a low voice.

Ye Fei's eyes are sour, Su Mo Han, you fool.

It's not your fault. Why are you so humble?

"It's not a matter of several times. You have to understand that some things can't be controlled by your body. Even if you use all kinds of means, you can't control whether your body will repel."

"No, certainly not. My eyes will be better. Don't you leave me?" Su Mo Han stretched out his hand to drag Ye Fei into his arms, tightly hugged her, desperately absorbed her temperature, and told himself again and again that she would not be so cruel.

Ye Fei in his arms, feeling the familiar breath, tears like rain.

Su Mohan, what should we do?

Who will tell me what we should do?

"You cried, didn't you? You don't want it, do you? Ye Fei Don't go away, ok... " Su Mohan raised his hand to help her wipe the tears on her cheek.

Ye Fei lowered her eyes and said in a cold voice, "Su Mo Han, don't you understand? I don't want to be with a blind man for the rest of my life. Maybe I am a bit reluctant to give up, but I know that it is only temporary. If we continue to do this, it will only make each other more painful. "

"You can wait for me for another month. If my eyes still don't make any progress at that time, and if the doctor really announces that I can only be blind forever, will you go again?" Su Mo Han anxiously opens his mouth and holds Ye Fei more and more forcefully.

Ye Fei was silent for a while and said softly, "you first let me go."

Smell speech, Su Mo Han hesitated for a moment, after all, still some uneasy let go of Ye Fei, no focus of vision fell on her body, with a bit of tension and anxiety.

"Remember to ask the servant to change the medicine on your eyes again and wrap it with gauze." Ye Fei spoke softly.

Words fall, she can't bear to see his appearance again, carrying a suitcase to turn to leave from him.

The wheels of the suitcase slid across the ground and made a gurgling sound. With the sound of Ye Fei's footsteps, Su Mohan hurriedly chased up: "don't go, don't give up on me, I'll be better, just one month, give me another month, OK?"

Ye Fei's eye socket is acid, quickened the step of the foot.

Yes, Su Mohan. Your eyes will get better.

You will see this cruel but beautiful world again, and then as always noble, more determined.

Listening to more and more urgent footsteps, Su Mo Han's forehead exudes a layer of anxious sweat, strides to catch up with him, but because he accidentally bumped into the chair, he suddenly tripped over the place, "Ye Fei, please."